I am from carefulness
from drawings and rulers
I am from the pinwheel stuck in the dirt
( it made noises when the wind blew on it )
I am from the red roses
and purple orchids
both whose silky and colorful petals I still remember
as if they were still being touched by my fingertips I'm from sweet cakes and bitter tea
from the imagination my father used
to the tail that a brown lizard lost when I grabbed it
I am from those days, that were over when they started
as time passed by me quickly.
I am from carefulness
from drawings and rulers
I am from the pinwheel stuck in the dirt
( it made noises when the wind blew on it )
I am from the red roses
and purple orchids
both whose silky and colorful petals I still remember
as if they were still being touched by my fingertips
I'm from sweet cakes and bitter tea
from the imagination my father used
to the tail that a brown lizard lost when I grabbed it
I am from those days, that were over when they started
as time passed by me quickly.